LIMITS.

My mind is big.

It has a lot of space.

It’s easy for two feet to lose their place.

My voice it echos. My cry unheard.

Just a voice in the wind, in my own mind.

In my own mind: time, it dies.

I can’t control any any controls me.

My mind is fine, without me. I am fine, without my mind.

Sometimes I wish it would leave, Just for a day, so I could be free.

Somedays I think it’s forgettable, then the next day it leaves me regrettable.

My mind is apart of me. Shouldn’t it be?

But I want to be free, It won’t let me be.

I cringe and I crawl, on the  fringe I ball.

Ball up in the warmth of my mind.

Because it leaves me where I want to be…

…Oh how my mind betrays me.